Imagine my surprise when at about 8:30 on a Friday night a mere fifteen days after Brie was served there was a knock at my door. I was sure that it must be a solicitor, but looked through the peephole anyway. I was shocked to see Michelle standing there with a fraught look on her face. I almost didn’t open the door – I certainly never would have to anyone else in the extended Jenkins family – but I had a soft spot for Michelle, so I did.
“Hi Scott,” she meekly said, clutching her purse.
“Hi Michelle,” I pleasantly replied.
“May I come in?”
“Of course,” I replied, moving out of the way and with a flourishing hand gesture beckoning her in.
We exchanged a few pleasantries, I offered her a seat on my sleeper couch, which was in couch configuration, and I got her a glass of wine.
“So, why are you here?” I asked after she chugged half of her glass.
“I’m here to beg you to talk to Brie and to reconsider the divorce,” she said, glancing first at the glass in her hands, then making brief eye contact, and then staring at the floor. “My silly step children have gotten the message loud and clear, and they won’t be attempting a stunt anything like that again.”
“What ‘stunt’ are you talking about?” I seemingly innocently replied.
“That husband-switching thing,” she mumbled.
“Before we go on, I first need to find out if you had any culpability. You seemed to enthusiastically support them when planning to wipe me out physically the day of the swap, probably to insure that I wasn’t with it enough to recognize Brenda when she came into my bed while Brie was fucking Tom. You had to know what they were trying to do.
“I honestly didn’t know what they were up to. I did help them but it was only because Brie told me that you got really sexually charged after exercise and she wanted an intense night with you. While I couldn’t understand why Brie and Brenda seemed to be giggling to themselves several times during the day I swear that I didn’t know what they had planned. If I had I would have stopped them.”
We continued on that topic for the next five or six minutes; she finally convinced me that she didn’t know anything about the swap. Michelle is an honest person and has tells if she makes any attempt at deception.
“OK; I believe you. Now why are you trying to save Brie’s marriage?”
“Brie was blackmailed into it by Tom and Brenda.”
“How’s that?”
“Well…and Brie has told me I could tell you this since she’s desperate not to lose you – at Nancy’s bachelorette party in Vegas about three months ago Brie got really drunk. Although Brenda won’t admit to it I believe that she kept feeding Brie doubles and then pushed her into a room with a male stripper. Brenda took photos of the stripper fucking Brie doggy style. During Brie’s hangover the next morning she had little recollection of what happened and was aghast when Brenda showed her the photos. Brie demanded that Brenda delete them from her phone but Brenda smugly replied ‘I already sent them to Tom.'”
“Not sounding credible – but go on,” I interjected.